A Love I Shouldn't Feel-Chapter 58: Complete Surrender ( )

Kyouko’s eyes flew open.

A sharp, almost piercing jolt shot deep inside her.

That spot.

So far in—too deep.

His thick penis buried fully now, the tip pressing hard against her sensitive core, sending a sweet, violent shock straight through her.

Her breath caught.

Her body arched.

"A-Ahh—!!"

She couldn’t even form words—her mouth opened, but only a broken gasp escaped as her second climax crashed over her like a wave she wasn’t ready for.

This wasn’t like before.

This was crazier.

Sharper. Hotter. Deeper.

Her pussy clenched around him with wild force, spasming uncontrollably.

Her whole body convulsed beneath him, trembling as the intense sensations rippled through her hips, her stomach, her chest—every nerve alive and overwhelmed.

She wasn’t just moaning anymore—

She was crying out, voice ragged and trembling into his mouth, as he kissed her again to keep her quiet.

The couch creaked beneath them as she clung to him, shaking violently, her climax seemingly endless.

This... this was why she couldn’t stop.

Only Haruki could make her feel like this.

Only he could handle her like this—with pleasure so fierce, so deep, she could barely breathe.

Haruki didn’t need words.

He watched.

He felt.

And he loved the way Kyouko responded to him—how her body surrendered, how easily she climaxed under his touch, under his weight, under his length.

Her core was tight, pulsing with need, slick and warm, wrapping around him like it was made just for him.

That perfect combination of tightness and wetness, of softness and depth—

It drove him mad.

Every time he thrust deeper—every time he hit that sweet spot near the end, the one that made her arch with that delicious, stabbing jolt—her body reacted like lightning.

Her hips jerked.

Her thighs tensed.

Her moans spilled from her lips—soft, breathless, but full of desperation.

And her face.

God, her face.

So beautiful. So serene.

Eyes half-closed, cheeks flushed, mouth open in a helpless moan she couldn’t hold back.

Haruki was addicted to it.

To her.

To the way she broke for him.

A woman who once carried herself with quiet grace and shyness...

Now trembling, crying out, climaxing so hard she shook in his arms.

She was perfect.

Gentle. Beautiful. Serene.

"Kyouko... I love you,"

Haruki’s voice was low, rough with emotion—but his body was moving harder now, faster, each thrust deeper, more relentless.

The sound of their skin slapping together filled the room—wet, fast, obscene.

Her soaked core clung to him, every inch of him buried deep inside her, and still she wanted more.

Kyouko couldn’t think anymore.

Her body just kept responding—climax after climax crashing through her like waves.

"Aah—! H-Haruki—!!"

"Mmmh— Haruki—!!"

Her voice cracked, her arms tight around his back, legs locked around his hips as he drove her wild.

Her moans were broken, breathless, uncontainable.

And then—

She felt it.

That subtle shift in his rhythm.

That deep, low growl in his throat.

He was getting close.

Even while climaxing again, her breath hitched and she gasped between ragged words.

"Haruki... d-don’t..."

She clenched around him again.

"Don’t release... ah... not inside—"

Haruki moved faster, rougher, losing himself in her, burying himself deep with every thrust.

He pull out the last minute, stroking himself with steady, urgent strokes—faster and faster—his hand squeezing, sliding over his length as he chased his release.

His body jerked with the final surge, and with a hoarse cry, he spilled over her trembling stomach and breast, his hand still gripping his shaft as he stroked himself through his climax.

A mess of sweat, heat, and love.

"Haruki..."

Kyouko’s voice was barely a whisper—soft, trembling, almost too fragile to speak.

Her body had no strength left.

She didn’t even know how many times she had climaxed.

Each one had torn through her like a wave, leaving her breathless, shaken, floating in a haze of pleasure.

Now, lying beneath him, her skin warm and flushed, her body twitching with residual aftershocks.

She felt satisfied.

Complete.

In a way she never imagined possible.

Her breath rose and fell slowly, but her lips still sought his.

She leaned up just enough and kissed him.

Slow.

Deep.

Tongues brushing softly against each other.

Their mouths moved together lazily, as if they were still dancing through the rhythm of what just transpired.

Kyouko moaned softly into the kiss.

She loved this feeling.

His warmth. His weight.

His lips on hers, his taste in her mouth.

Perfect.

Kyouko smiled softly, her cheeks still flushed, her body tingling all over.

She looked at Haruki, who was quietly watching her, a lazy grin on his lips.

"Do you like it?" she asked, her voice teasing but gentle.

Haruki didn’t reply.

Instead, he stepped forward and gently lifted her in a princess carry, holding her against his bare chest with ease.

Kyouko blinked in surprise, her arms instinctively wrapping around his neck.

Without a word, he carried her upstairs—still naked, still warm from what they’d shared—and stepped into the bathroom beside her bedroom.

He set her down carefully on the cool tile floor, then leaned in to kiss her again—slow, deep, full of affection.

Their lips parted, and Kyouko chuckled softly.

"Haruki... our clothes..."

He smiled against her cheek.

"I’ll go get them."

"Mm... okay~" she replied, stepping toward the shower, her body still aching, still glowing.

As she reached for the water, she couldn’t stop smiling.

Loved. Wanted. Carried.

She felt more like a woman now than she ever had in her life.

If sex with Haruki felt this good...

Kyouko didn’t think he was the one who couldn’t resist it.

Maybe it’s me, she thought, a quiet smile curling on her lips.

She turned on the hot water, steam quickly filling the bathroom as she stepped under the showerhead.

Warm droplets slid down her skin, washing away the sweat—and the remnants of his release, still thick on her stomach and chest.

She ran her hands slowly over herself, watching it swirl down into the drain.

So much...

So thick.

Her fingers paused briefly at her lower belly, her smile softening into something gentler, more contemplative.

If he had released inside me... during my fertile days...

There’s no way I wouldn’t have gotten pregnant.

Her heart fluttered strangely—half panic, half something else.

A part of her feared it.

But another part... didn’t.

Her body shivered from the memory.

The depth. The heat. The fullness.

And then her lips curled upward again.

Isn’t it me who wanted it today?

Dressed elegantly, but nothing underneath,

waiting at the door like a wife ready to be devoured.

Her legs still trembled slightly from everything he had given her.

But in her heart—she wasn’t ashamed.

She loved it.

She loved him.

"Kyouko... this dress, where should I put it?"

Haruki’s voice was gentle from outside the bathroom.

Kyouko, still standing under the warm spray, tucked her hair behind her ear and carefully stepped toward the door.

She cracked it open, steam curling around her bare shoulders.

"Put it on the floor. I’ll pick it up later," she said softly, with a gentle smile.

Haruki leaned in and pressed his lips to her—wet skin, warm lips, the moment still humming with the afterglow of what they’d shared.

"Haruki... go take a shower in your room," she whispered, giving his chest a light push.

"We don’t know when they’ll come back."

Haruki grinned, eyes shamelessly drifting over her glistening, water-soaked body.

"Can I at least admire your naked body a little longer?" he asked, voice low and playful.

Kyouko raised an eyebrow, then smiled and struck a light pose—hips tilted, arms raised, like a model showing off.

"Like this?" she teased.

Haruki’s eyes lit up, clearly delighted.

He kissed her again, deeply, before she pulled away with a smirk.

"Now, big boy..." she said with a quiet laugh, eyes full of mischief.

"You’ve already had your fill of me today."

She gently pushed him again.

"Go to your room, shower, and put your clothes in the basket—I’ll wash them tomorrow."

Haruki gave her a dramatic sigh, but his grin didn’t fade.

"Thank you, darling."

And with that, he turned away—leaving Kyouko smiling at the door, the warmth of his kiss still tingling on her lips.

( End Of Chapter )